Lyrics: Michael Len Williams ll/J. Williams/A. Hogan
Music: Michael Len Williams ll/J. Williams/A. Hogan
[Intro]
Say that
Poppin'
[Verse 1]
Poppin' out the Benz
Take a bitch to [?] in the trench (Yeah)
Take her to the pent', got her pent' in arrears
Got a pool in the mother****in' [bin?] (Woo)
Glass ceilin', you can still catch a, catch a tan
Shawty tried to catch me slippin', thought she had a plan
Trendsetter, got Margielas on my ankles and my hands
I got fellas with Barettas and they poppin' at your clan
I got partners that they diamonds all red
[Chorus]
Shawty playin' Russian roulette
I'm takin' my time, ain't no rushin' with that
I can't slow it down [why me?] always the best
Hit it from both sides and we rush and relax, yeah
I give a [?]
I can't make the girl my wife 'cause I got standards
All night playin' Russian roulette
Nasty girl, playin' Russian roulette
[Verse 2]
A nigga knocked off
I **** her socks off
No ball to block her
I knock your block off
Earnin' big stakes, bitch
[?] hustle (Woo)
You get replaced, bitch
She suck my cock off
She get no chance
Hop on the jet, bitch (Yeah)
I'm on some ranch
These [?] last shit (Yeah)
I'm in my bag
I dripped out my dad
We not goin' steady
I can't hear my baddie
All the clip all over my kids
I was told put the first on my dick
Got a TEC, now I'm walkin' through Fifth
If it need no safety, that's a clip
Only bad bitches comin' over my crib (Oh, only)
I don't know how to explain my drip, yeah
I hit it from the back, watch the crib
AKs, AKs at the crib
I done bought a few hoes veneers
I had a mil for the deal
I know that her love isn't real
She just told me, "Clean up, boy, it's real"
Lot of ballers be [?] in her ears (Ballin')
Diamonds replacin' the tears (Ballin')
I told her 'fore I die (What?)
I'm puttin' her in the will (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Shawty playin' Russian roulette (Yeah)
I'm takin' my time, ain't no rushin' with that (Yeah)
I can't slow it down [?] always the best (Yeah)
Hit it from both sides and we rush and relax, yeah
I give a [?]
I can't make the girl my wife 'cause I got standards (Got standards)
All night playin' Russian roulette (Yeah)
Nasty girl (What?), playin' Russian roulette
[Verse 3]
She 'bout to tell 'em who next, ayy
I had to tell 'em who this (Ayy-ayy)
I can't give these bitches a lesson (Uh-uh)
These niggas will not get the blessin' (Ayy-ayy)
My pockets are green, call 'em celery (Woah)
Got a brand-new bitch out of [?]
Walk a mink, I feel like a barbarian
All you fake-ass niggas ain't scarin' us
Bought a bag with gas (Ooh)
I just bought a bag with a ass (Ooh)
Jet, no first-class (Ooh)
Chanel, ain't clutchin' the bag (Chanel)
I'm shell, I pop at your ass
The [?] go 'cross your head
No tell like you [?]
On top, on coupe with a Jag' (On top)
I dig inside them reds (Smooth)
Like a [?]
I got like twenty cars (What?)
Well earned, right?
Ayy, that negro super scared
He gon' cry
I got a stupid bitch
Out the Southside (Southside)
Uh, havin' stupid sex
On the iPod (Ooh)
I got black card
Got a white card (Ooh)
Took a [?] to Saks
Paid by Chrome Heart
I get designer brands
Like a Pop-Tart
[Chorus]
Shawty playin' Russian roulette
I'm takin' my time, ain't no rushin' with that
I can't slow it down why me always the best
Hit it from both sides and we rush and relax, yeah
I give a [?]
I can't make the girl my wife 'cause I got standards
All night playin' Russian roulette (All night)
Nasty girl, playin' Russian roulette